Today, I awoke at 4:30 am to the feel of huge, silent tears streaming down my face. I could actually hear them plopping on the pillow next to my ear as they fell.
I lay there, for perhaps two minutes, as they continued to fall.
I would have laughed at a book that played such a scene. But it happened.
Later in the morning, I actually managed to write well enough to get caught up with my thousand-word-a-day goal for December. So I've erased one failed writing day and am back on track.
I'm hoping to get ahead and not have to pull any future heroics.
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